"It is love that holds everything together, and it is the everything also." – Rumi

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I want to remember this always

I want to remember this when he’s acting up and I am on the verge of losing my temper.

I want to remember this when he’s carrying on, annoying his sister, not listening to me.

I want to remember this as he tries to avoid having a shower, brushing his teeth, bedtime.

I want to remember this always.

I want to remember this as I help him do up the buttons on his first school uniform and I reassure him that he is going to have a great time and make lots of friends.

I want to remember this when he is a teenager and hardly comes out of his room and he is struggling to see the good in himself and he thinks I am the most embarrassing person on the planet.

I want to remember this as he starts Uni or that first big job, as he blazes the trail he is meant to, as he follows his heart and questions whether he is making the right decisions.

I want to remember this if he is getting married one day, and I help him straighten his tie and try to hold back the tears in my eyes as I hope that the one he is marrying knows exactly how lucky they are.

I want to remember this if one day he tells us that he is going to be a father and he wonders if he is going to be a good one.

And when I am old and grey and my memories are patchy and tinged with the knowledge that time is running out, I want to remember this;

He is four years old, and when he is given a bag of mixed lollies, he saves me the Chicos, because he knows they are my favourite.

It’s not because he doesn’t like chicos himself, because he does.

It’s because that’s the kind of person he is; thoughtful, generous and loving.